Treasure Island

Marvin Brato Sr

(March 2,1960 / Davao City, Philippines)

Colors of Love (ACROSTIC)


Radiating impulses quite intimate
ever so ardent and mesmerizing
dares everything through love


Gearing towards ecstasy
reckoning enthrallment
every love to cherish
ever a gem to keep
nothing comparable


Yes, love is romance
even kings abandon the throne
leaves the kingdom for his beloved
living without riches just to be with his woman
oblivious to criticisms still pursues his quest for love
willing to risk anything for the sake of his adoration


Beauty and money is never everything
Love if genuine conquers all
a real adulation is willing to sacrifice
can stand to witness insensitivity
kindled fire innate to the heart always prevail

Submitted: Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Edited: Thursday, February 14, 2013
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